Matters of the Heart

Maybe not what you wanted to see, not what you were expecting to feel, but certainly open, honest and real. Five years have passed us by, and time has been kind to me. Jesus lights my path, as humble as it may be. My soul is satisfied. The Father has numbered all our days, and patiently - I give, I take, I wait. Living each day to the fullness of love, living to the very last breath I take. I cannot bare the horrors of war, broken bodies, broken people, much too horrifying for me. God makes provisions for us all. I trust him. And you, my friend, cannot put old wine into new bottles. New bottles of time. What is real about that? You cannot start at the finish line.